This is the first in a series of stories about "evil" Blood Pressure Clinics, that lure victims in, trick them, trap them, and completely drain them of all their energy. It's not really sci-fi, but there are some elements that do stretch the bounds of completely realistic reality. I'd love to hear if anyone enjoys this. I've written plenty more...
A dystopian look into a future of neural links, legalized murder, mass shootings, rampages, hand machines, telemarketing, cults, apathy; in this new world, the greatest war is the War Against Boredom.
In the bruised-purple bedroom, Harold (72) and Elena (54) kneel, rope-burned and paddle-marked. Braids, collar, sippy cup, duck blanket, Goodnight Moon surround them. “I’m only lovable when little,” she sobs. “When Daddy,” he chokes. Pull-ups, journal confessions: I’ll die mid-story. They make love—tears, Daddy, Harold braided. Aftercare: salve, shared sips, blanket-cape. Miso purrs. Tomorrow: burnt toast, crayons, rituals. They stay—leaky, creaky, little, big—choosing each other daily.
A Story from The Town As Susan’s curiosity pulls her into an unfamiliar world, a simple experiment quickly escalates. Guided by Anne and supported by Becca and Sophie, what begins as voluntary becomes a test of trust, control, and vulnerability. Bound physically and psychologically, Susan confronts hidden fears and desires, while Anne insists the ordeal will deepen their connection despite Susan’s doubt and humiliation. A story best experienced following The Clerk - Chapter 1: Curiosity at the Bookstore.
Imogen Castellanos is 30, a razor-sharp M&A lawyer. Owen Maddox is 32 and runs IT security one floor down. Their firm fires staff who date colleagues. Nobody there knows they've been married two years. So they play a game: a secret office affair, with rules on a sticky note and points for every breach. Desk-hidden oral, a server-room quickie, a stranger roleplay at the company retreat, creampies, squirting, a glass lift and one very public kiss cam. How long can a marriage stay a secret?
Henrietta Winter stops wearing clothes—not as a protest, but as a preference. In a Florida car dealership, her quiet choice collides with lawsuits, strangers' stares, and her own daughters' grief. Told in ledger-like arithmetic, this haunting novel asks what you keep, what you lose, and whether that sum is enough.